Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 2) - the end

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Well, today our journey ends. I've been following Roy and Dustin, and before them Marshall and Lee, for the past few years. But all good things come to an end, and so it is with them. I hope you have enjoyed the journey. Next week I'll start something completely different. In the meantime, stop by and say howdy to the boys, as we watch the end of their Fourth of July. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 2)

Once darkness fell, Lee began to shoot off fireworks. Being the careful type, he’d taken all precautions and had safety equipment on hand, just in case. Marshall acted as his assistant. Dustin would have volunteered, but Roy said this was a ritual the two men had had for a long time, and he’d learned to let them do their own thing. So Roy and Dustin sat back and enjoyed the show, content just to be together. Technically, they were both on duty, and would respond to a call, if they received one.  Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen.

Lee had gotten quite an impressive array, from fountains and ground spinners to bottle rockets. Dustin thought the fountains were pretty, and he liked the way the spinners spun. He’d seen fireworks before, of course, but this time felt more special. Probably because he was sharing it with people he really cared about. And a man he loved.

“Here.” Roy lit a sparkler and handed it to Dustin before lighting another one for himself.

“I haven’t seen one of them since I was a kid.” Dustin gave Roy an inquisitive look. “Aren’t we a little old for these?”

“Maybe. But it gives me an excuse to see your face,” Roy said with a wink.

Dustin felt his cheeks grow warm, but in a good way. He took Roy’s free hand in his own and twined their fingers. “I like the way you think,” he said.

A short yip came from behind him. The sound startled Dustin so much he almost fell out of his chair, right onto Roy. Roy laughed and anchored Dustin’s chair before it collapsed.

“Don’t be scared, she won’t hurt you.”

“Her bark is definitely worse than her bite,” a female voice added from the darkness. Dustin saw two shadowy figures approach. As they stepped close enough to see, he realized they were neighbors of Marshall and Lee—Sarah and Craig Ferguson, who lived just across the road. The bark came from their Chow Chow, Ritsu. He liked the dog and had played with her before when he and Roy ran into the couple around town.

Ritsu ran up to them, sniffing at each of them in turn before barking at Roy, who laughed.

“Guess I know what that means,” he said. Removing his hand from Dustin’s, he reached down and gathered up the excited dog, who barked even louder. “Well hello, princess,” he greeted her. He held her close enough that she could lavish wet kisses on his cheek. Dustin had to laugh.

“Looks like your girlfriend’s here now.” He turned toward the dog’s owners. “Hey Sarah, Craig.”

“Hey Dustin,” Sarah replied, echoed by her husband.

“Hey guys,” Marshall greeted them as he approached. “You’re just in time for the grand finale. I can grab a couple of chairs real quick, and some beer…”

“Naw, we’re good standing,” Sarah and Craig both said.

“I won’t say no to the beer, though,” Sarah added. A moment later, they each had a cold bottle in hand, and Lee was standing with them too.

“Just in time for the grand finale,” he said.

“Told you we’d make it.” Sarah stuck her tongue out at her husband, who held up his hands in surrender.

“I know, you’re always right,” he conceded without argument.

Dustin couldn’t help but smile. He liked them, and thought they made a cute couple. Lee opened a box and drew out something that resembled a number of tubes bundled together. It looked fascinating. And potentially dangerous. When everyone else moved back to a respectful distance, Dustin did too, holding fast to Roy’s hand. Lee carefully lit the fuse and backed up himself.

The sky lit up in a multitude of colors, one after another—red, blue, purple, white—each color its own display, timed so when one ended, the next began. For a few minutes, everyone standing in the backyard was illuminated clearly in the glow of the fireworks.

Roy squeezed Dustin’s hand and Dustin squeezed back. Nothing was said between them, but everything was understood.

This would go down in Dustin’s memory as the best Fourth of July ever, and the best year ever. The year he found love and began his new life. He moved closer to Roy and leaned against him comfortably, watching the fireworks until the last beautiful color faded away into the night.

 The End

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Wedmesday Briefs: The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 1)

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Well, it looks like our journey with Roy and Dustin is almost done, also Marshall and Lee. So let's visit them for a little bit before we have to say good-bye. Not this week, though. This week the four guys are hanging out, so go catch up with them while you can. Then visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 1)

“You ready for another beer?” Roy asked.

Dustin consulted the bottle in his hand. It was about a third full yet. “Almost. Give me another ten minutes,” he calculated. “Want me to get you one? Wouldn’t want you to tucker yourself out too soon.” He gave Roy a decidedly evil grin, while Marshall laughed loudly.

“I think somebody’s trying to tell you you’re old, Roy,” Lee joked.

“As if.” Roy snorted. “I don’t remember hearing any complaints about my age last night, do you?”

“That’s what I mean,” Dustin said without missing a beat. “I figured maybe I wore you out so much you should save your strength for later. You wouldn’t want to fall asleep early and miss the fireworks, would you?”

“That’ll be the day when I can’t outdrink you and stay up late enough to set off fireworks. I’d be more worried about you and Marshall, Sonny Jim.”

“Hey, how’d I get dragged into this?” Marshall protested laughingly. “This is between you two. Leave me out of it.”

“I guess you’re getting tarred by the same young’un brush I am.” Dustin couldn’t help but laugh. He was too happy not to. He couldn’t remember a better Fourth of July than this one. He’d been living with Roy for several months now, as well as being his deputy, and everything was perfect. Just perfect. He never thought things could work out as well as they had, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Well,” Marshall drawled, “I guess that’s what happens when you hook up with old men.”  He laughed and ducked as Lee took a fake swing at him, then gave in when Lee snagged him and drew him in for long kiss.

Before Roy could even act, Dustin had climbed into his lap and meshed their mouths in utter harmony. All was still until the two couples came up for air.  Dustin polished off what was left of his beer. “Anyone want another one while I’m up?”

They were sitting in Marshall and Lee’s backyard. Lee had barbecued some of the best steaks Dustin had ever had, and now they were just shooting the shit until it was time to shoot off fireworks. Lee had invited all their friends from Partners, but they were all busy. Including Dustin’s cousin Denver, who was seeing the new cashier at the computer store, the one who had taken Dustin’s place when he left.

Dustin got up and brought back the beers, handing them out before resuming his next beside Roy, so close that their legs touch. Nice and cozy, just how they liked it. Dustin was surprised at how demonstrative Roy had turned out to be. He never would have thought that of the sheriff, especially not with another man. He figured part of that was the influence of Marshall and Lee, seeing them together as long as he had.

Roy leaned in and kissed Dustin’s cheek softly. “You sure you’re okay with not going to Tucker Falls to watch the big show there?”

“Very sure,” Dustin assured him. “I’m right where I want to be. And I’m with the person I want to be with.”

That produced a smile from Roy and they kissed again, before settling back in their chairs.

“How’s work coming on the new office?” Lee asked. He had one arm slung about Marshall, who leaned against him rather cozily.

“Pretty good,” Roy said. “We spend as much time there as we can. Plumbing’s all good, and the electrician brought everything up to code, added a few outlets for anything we might need. Melvyn authorized some new computer stuff for us. It’s going to be pretty cool, I think.”

Dustin was still just working part-time as Roy’s deputy, but he often ended up working extra just to be with Roy. He was happy with that. Burnham wasn’t a high crime place. Most of the trouble came from people passing through town on their way to somewhere else.

“You like being a deputy?” Marshall asked, as he raised his bottle to his lips.

“Hell yeah,” Dustin said enthusiastically. “Best job I’ve ever had.”

“Whatever happened to that guy who tried to rob the store you used to work at?” Marshall said.

They’d been all set to go to Tucker Falls just the week before to testify against Jordan, but at the last minute, they’d received a call from the prosecutor, telling them that wouldn’t be necessary. Jordan had copped a guilty plea, part of a plea bargain. He wouldn’t be getting out of jail anytime soon.

“He’s where he belongs,” Roy replied. “In prison.”

“Good to know. Things worked out pretty good, didn’t they?”

“Things have been better than good, they’re great,” Dustin said. “I sure appreciate you guys, and how nice you’ve been to me and everything. And Roy is the best…” A wave of emotion surged through Dustin, choking him up so he couldn’t speak. He’d never felt this strongly about anyone before, not in his entire life, the way he felt about Roy.

“Roy is the best,” Lee concurred. “And we think you’re pretty fine yourself, Dustin.” He raised his bottle of beer. “To two of the best guys I know, and to many more years of friendship.”

“To friendship,” Marshall echoed, lifting his own bottle.

Dustin and Roy repeated their sentiments, and all four men solemnly clinked their glasses together.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #58 (13.6)

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In this week's episode of The Sheriff, the lovemaking continues. These two have come a long way. Don't you think they deserve a happy ending? See what's going on with them, their tale is almost told. Then visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #58 (13.6)

Dustin gripped Roy’s cock to use for guidance. He raised his ass just above it until he could feel the cockhead nestle against his opening, then slowly and deliberately lowered himself onto all that glorious heat. Roy’s moan of pleasure was gratifying, but he refused to hurry, trying to prolong this moment. Once he was fully seated, with Roy completely sheathed within him, he stilled his movements, enjoying the sensation of being filled with Roy.

“Like that, do you?” Roy gently stroked Dustin’s inner thighs

“I could sit here all day,” Dustin confessed. “You feel so good.”

“I could too,” Roy admitted.  “‘Course we wouldn’t get much work done.”

“I think I could live with that. At least once in a while.” Dustin leaned down and Roy tilted up and their mouths met in the middle, softly at first, then with a growing urgency. Dustin ground against Roy’s groin, producing more groans from Roy.

To his surprise, Roy’s tongue pressed against Dustin’s lips, demanding entrance. He parted his lips and felt it slip inside. Dustin met it with his own tongue, exploring, licking, sucking. If he’d ever wondered how Roy would handle a male lover, he had no doubts about him now. Roy was a natural, and he showed no hesitation about touching Dustin in any way.

As they kissed, Dustin began to move, impaling himself as deeply as he could on Roy’s cock. He’d always liked sex before, but with Roy, this was something different, something better. Was this what people meant when they said making love was more than just having sex? If so, he wanted to keep on loving Roy forever.

Wanting to try a slightly different angle, he leaned back, breaking the kiss as he took Roy’s hands in his own, lacing their fingers. He could raise and lower himself better this way, using Roy’s grip as leverage.  And, if he angled just right, he might just reach…. Ah, there it was. When Roy touched his prostate, he cried out softly. The second time, he arched his back and moaned more loudly. At the third time, he full out screamed. Had anyone ever died from too much of a good thing?

Every nerve ending in Dustin’s ass tingled in the most pleasurable way. He began to speed up, increasing the friction between them as he bounced up and down on Roy’s dick. His own cock ached, but that could wait. Right now, he wanted to simply be fucked by Roy until he couldn’t walk straight.

“God, Dustin, keep that up and I’m gonna come,” Roy moaned.

“That’s what I was aiming for,” Dustin said, deliberately moving faster, watching the play of emotions across Roy’s face. He couldn’t believe he was bringing that out in Roy, and he liked it. 

“C’mon, Roy, come for me, sweetheart. Fill me good.” The term of endearment slipped out naturally. Even though he wasn’t one for such expressions, with Roy it felt right.

“I aim to,” Roy responded.

Dustin felt Roy tense beneath him, and he knew it was happening, so he intensified his movements, watching Roy’s mouth fall open in a silent scream, his eyes glazed over with lust as he arched his back. Dustin held on tightly. He felt Roy’s cock spasm inside of him, felt a warm wetness cascading inside of him. He’d hoped to hold out longer, but Roy’s orgasm triggered his own, and he began to come in long spurts over Roy’s chest.

Oh damn, so good.

Breathing heavily, he tried to hold Roy inside him for as long as he could, but gravity won out and he felt Roy’s softening cock slip out.

“C’mere you,” Roy beckoned, pulling him down on top of him. He kissed him passionately, stroking his back all the while. Dustin felt cum drip from his ass, and his own spunk decorated both their chests, but he didn’t care.

“Ready to get some sleep now, tiger?” Roy asked. “And I have to warn you, you can’t use being fucked by your boss as an excuse not to go to work.” He chuckled softly, even as Dustin warmed inside.

“If going to work means being with you, then I don’t want to make any excuses.” He yawned loudly.

“And don’t think you can wear me out so easily. I have stamina you haven’t even seen yet.”

“I’m sure you do, but right now we should get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Soon as we wash up first.”

Dustin protested that he didn’t want to move, but Roy insisted, and once they were both clean, they settled beneath the covers once more, Dustin’s head on Roy’s chest. Roy ruffled his hair softly.

“Love you, Roy,” Dustin murmured sleepily, despite his protestations to the contrary.

“Love you too,” was the last thing Dustin heard before sleep claimed him.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The SHeriff #57 (13.5)

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Looks like everything's coming up roses for Dustin and Roy. They've gone from virtual strangers to unexpected partners to lovers in the blink  of an eye, and now they are going to be roommates and workmates as well! See what's happening in this week's episode of The Sheriff!  Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them!  Their links follow my tale!

The Sheriff #57 (13.5)

Roy’s life had taken a complete one-eighty—and he couldn’t be happier about it. He’d begun to think he would never find someone to love, to have what Lee and Marshall had. And then, out of nowhere, when he wasn’t looking, it happened.  The trouble was he’d been searching for Miss Right all this time when it was actually Mr. Right, in the guise of Dustin Johnson.  If someone had suggested to Roy just a few months ago that he could fall in love with a man, he’d have laughed and said that wasn’t him, not that he had anything against the idea of two men being together. And yet just look at him now. He was with another man, and loving it.

He guessed the right person made all the difference, and gender didn’t really matter.

He loved the way Dustin felt, the way he looked, the way his eyes lit up when he was excited. His sense of humor, his intelligence. In some ways, he acted wise beyond his years, a lot like Marshall. In other ways, he seemed immature. But Roy had noticed that was changing. He could still remember when Marshall had been something of a handful himself, but he’d grown out of it. Guess Roy and Lee had more in common than he’d realized.

He slid his hands beneath Dustin, grasping each cheek as he rubbed against him in earnest. That felt damn good, but he wanted more than that, and he suspected Dustin did too.

He teased Dustin’s hole with one finger,  sliding it in out quickly, eliciting a long moan, before he removed both hands entirely, and Dustin groaned in dismay.

“Why’d you stop? I liked that.”

“Me too,” Roy admitted, “but I want to change positions. You on top. Plus I have something in mind you’ll like even better.” He knew from experience that having a partner on top gave the other person added pleasure and better control. He wanted to experience that with Dustin… and a whole lot more, besides.

Not waiting for a response, Roy rolled onto his back, holding onto Dustin so he wouldn’t slide off.

“You wanna slick me up?” Roy gestured toward the drawer where he kept the lube.

“Hell yeah. You know I do.” Dustin leaned toward the drawer without climbing off of Roy. He stretched his arm as far as he could in order to reach the lube, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Scoot over just a touch,” he instructed Roy, who was glad to obey. Dustin snagged the tube from the drawer with a triumphant cry and settled back on top of Roy.

Before opening the cap, he rubbed Roy’s bare cock reverently. “Damn, you’re wet already,” he commented.

Roy palmed Dustin’s cock and had to grin. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

“You’re not,” Dustin agreed. He opened the tube and squeezed some onto his palm before applying it to Roy. 

“What about you?” Roy asked. “Need me to prepare you?”

“I’m ready now,” Dustin said. “I can tell.” He tossed the lube onto the table, but overestimated the distance and it slid off, onto the floor. “I’ll get it later. Right now, I just want to ride you.”

Roy had never heard it put quite like that, but he liked the sound of it. “Climb aboard, cowboy,” he said.

to be continued

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